Beast Taming: Starting from Transmigration and Starting with a Cheat Code

"Old man, it seems someone has already discovered the final exam question you designed!"

The old examiner's surname was Wei, and his seniority in the academy was greater than that of most of the professors.

He usually had a calm and collected demeanor, his white hair was always neatly combed, and his invigilator's robe was always buttoned up to the top button. But now he didn't care about his image anymore.

"That's true." Old Examiner Wei tapped his forehead, his knuckles making a crisp sound as he struck his head.

He suddenly exclaimed, "But that's not right! The clues haven't even surfaced yet; he's skipping steps!"

He watched Qin Ming's movements closely. The butterfly's flight path was unpredictable, but its general direction was stable and discernible.

So he asked the people around him, "What's the story behind that little butterfly that led the way? Has anyone figured it out?"

Although the head-on confrontation between the three strongest forces should be the most noteworthy moment of the entire competition.

But as the proctors chatted, the mentors gathered around the screen gradually turned their attention to Qin Ming, who was acting alone.

"Its strength seems average, but there's something mysterious about its aura," a female instructor spoke first. She was a nurturing instructor, and her perception of spirit beasts' auras was more acute than anyone else present. "It's not a matter of level, it's the quality of the aura itself."

"I heard that the annual research project of the Department of Breeding at Shanghai Academy is the breeding of butterflies. I wonder if there's any connection," another tutor chimed in, having heard a little about their research direction.

"Won't it be unfair to the final rankings if he relies solely on luck? It won't be convincing to everyone." Some people were already speculating about the final assessment results. The speaker was a young instructor from the combat department, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Luck is also a part of ability," someone disagreed.

After listening to everyone's discussion, the old examiner, Wei, waved his hand.

"It's alright. Even if he does find our final test, he can't solve it on his own."

He put his hands back behind his back, regaining his usual composed demeanor. "I've set up a spatial isolation array on it. Anyone who tries to jump will lack crucial information and end up leaving empty-handed even if they enter a treasure trove."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"You were right, sir!"

The old man, however, perked up at the mention of the word "space".

"It can't be that much of a coincidence, can it?" he thought to himself, a smile spreading from the corners of his mouth to the corners of his eyes, impossible to suppress.

……

"Is this it?"

On the screen, Qin Ming followed the black hole to the foot of a mountain.

He rolled off Cang Xuan's back and landed on the ground with both feet.

The sight before him left him momentarily stunned—an ordinary mountain landscape.

Several small pebbles lay scattered on the ground, heavily weathered and covered with a layer of grayish-white moss.

A few clumps of low shrubs squeezed out from the cracks in the rocks, their leaves grayish and listless.

The terrain slopes slightly, with a low mountain wall behind it. The rocks are dark in color and show no signs of spiritual energy fluctuations.

There was no cave entrance, no trace of any formations, no special vegetation, nothing at all.

Qin Ming scanned the area with his mental power. Within a meter below the ground, it was all ordinary soil and gravel. He couldn't penetrate any deeper, as mental power has limited penetrating power into dense rock layers.

He withdrew his mental energy and searched the mountain wall carefully again—there were no hidden doors, no runes, and no traces of artificial carving.

If it weren't for his unwavering trust in both Xiaobao and the black hole, he truly wouldn't have lingered in a place like this.

With the treasure-hunting mouse's intuition combined with the ink butterfly's luck, this double-certified "good stuff" is theoretically foolproof.

But the current situation makes this trust shaky.

Even if there are treasures in the mountains, he can't just cut through them and dig into the ground, can he?

Even if he hadn't brought any mining tools, the noise of carving open half a mountain would have been enough to attract everyone within a ten-kilometer radius.

"Is there any more specific information?" Qin Ming looked at the black hole.

The black hole shook its head, its eyes looking innocent.

Qin Ming scratched his head, causing a tuft of hair to stick up.

To relieve their spirit masters' worries, Keda and Cangxuan also voluntarily used all their skills to search carefully.

Unfortunately, this mountainous area lacks underground waterways and has sparse vegetation, so the information that can be obtained is quite limited.

Qin Ming estimated the time; there wasn't much time left for this region.

Qin Ming took a deep breath. "Since that's the case, don't blame me!"

"Little Fatty".

A flash of silver light.

Little Fatty lazily emerged from the contract space, yawning as his limbs and head peeked out of his shell.

He lay prone at Qin Ming's feet, the patterns on his tortoise shell gleaming slightly in the sunlight, his eyes half-open and half-closed, looking as if he had been woken from his afternoon nap.

Qin Ming had anticipated this. He squatted down, his tone sincere and earnest, "I've heard there are rare delicacies hidden nearby, but we can't find them!"

"Hmm?"

Little Fatty's eyes widened instantly.

The pupils changed from half-closed slits to two round black beans, and the brightness jumped from a 15-watt light bulb to a 200-watt bulb.

The limbs extended fully out of the shell, supporting the body on the ground and raising it slightly.

Keda and Cangxuan were so shocked by Qin Ming's words that their eyes cleared.

Qin Ming quickly explained to the others via telepathy, "In Little Fatty's mind, treasures are only divided into edible and inedible. Given Little Fatty's diet, the former is more likely to be the case."

"Furthermore, I previously reserved delicacies with Elder Xian, so even if they're not available here, I'll compensate him with something."

"Right now, the main thing is to motivate Little Fatty; time is of the essence!"

I understand now, it's just a trick to fool people.

Cang Xuan listened to the telepathic message, twitched his ears, and flicked his tail. Unleashing Little Fatty's potential without harming Little Fatty's interests. Feasible!

Keda understood what was going on, closed his mouth, and put on an innocent expression as if he knew nothing.

Everyone watched Little Fatty busily working in silence.

Little Fatty's lazy state has completely disappeared. He stretches his neck to its maximum length, his nostrils flare, and he searches inch by inch.

Even the silver patterns on the tortoise shell lit up, without any reservation.

Cangxuan's grasp of time hasn't reached the point where he can understand the past, but Xiaopang's grasp of space is far beyond a novice.

Qin Ming had actually suspected the possibility of spatial isolation, but the space within the secret realm was inherently chaotic, and Qin Ming was powerless to do anything about it, so he could only rely on Little Fatty.

At the same time, Qin Ming was also estimating the time, considering how much longer it would take before he could make a tactical retreat, because he couldn't let this affect the overall situation.

Unexpectedly, the chubby boy raised his head and pointed sharply at a certain spot on the mountain wall, his face full of barely suppressed pride and excitement.

"Boss, we've found the turtle! It's right here, there's a hidden compartment in the space. You really didn't lie to the turtle!"

Qin Ming's expression froze: They actually found it!?